Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 133 The Peeping Son's Helplessness

As Milo was leaving the West City Law Enforcement Office, he ran into Colin at the entrance.

This handsome young man wore the black trench coat with an air of nobility, no wonder so many young female students in the academy were infatuated with him.

He warmly invited Milo to dinner, and boastfully introduced Milo, the top scorer in the law enforcement assessment, to his colleagues. He even went so far as to publicize how he had become Milo's defeated opponent, acting like a devoted fan.

It took Milo a lot of effort to shake him off.

……

On the way back, Milo sat on horseback, lost in thought.

Charles's attitude was very sincere, which is why Milo patiently sat in his office and listened to everything.

But sincerity alone is not enough for Milo to take the risk; Milo is no fool.

He considered what he had just heard as an unexpected bonus, since he never minded collecting more information.

Moreover, this information is not entirely irrelevant to me.

You should know that the missing law enforcement officers were from the same department as you.

Milo wouldn't righteously claim responsibility for their disappearances, but at least he now understands that at some point in the future he might have to face the same or similar cases, the kind that could land him on the missing persons list.

While being prepared for a rainy day is often unnecessary, it's always good to have some mental preparation.

...

Another thing that bothered Milo was that the seven law enforcement officers were missing, not killed in the line of duty. If they had been killed in the line of duty, Milo could have gone straight to the cemetery and read their names one by one.

The awkward thing is that Milo can theoretically use his spying ability without restraint now, but there are no graves for him to spy on.

With his colleagues missing and their remains never found, Milo had no way of knowing them.

……

When he returned to the law enforcement office, the office was empty. Old Theon had probably gone off somewhere to have some fun again. It was already close to evening. Milo went to the medical room to ask someone to help him change the dressing and bandage on his shoulder, and then handed the revolver over to the management office.

"I haven't had a headache all day, which is great."

He returned to his office, picked up his briefcase, and prepared to go home.

It's the end of spring, and summer hasn't really arrived yet, so the daytime hours are still very short, and the sky starts to darken around 6 pm.

In the dimly lit office, Milo chose not to turn on the lights; the light shining in from the corridor was enough for him to see everything in the office.

He hung his dirty hat on the wall hook and walked toward his desk.

Just as Milo bent down to grasp the handle of the suitcase, a dark shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Milo immediately turned to look at the office door.

"Again?"

When he cautiously walked out of the room with his suitcase, he found that the corridor on this floor was empty on both sides, and the doors of other departments were also closed. It seemed unlikely that anyone had just passed by the door.

"Damn it, is Ikmam making me paranoid too?"

Milo rubbed his temples and closed the door behind him.

He muttered to himself as he walked toward the end of the staircase.

But just as Milo placed his hand on the stair railing, he suddenly heard a strange "creak" from behind him...

He turned around and saw that the door to the administration office had inexplicably opened by itself.

Milo habitually put his hand on his waist, then suddenly remembered that the revolver had been handed over to the management office for safekeeping. So he put down his briefcase and gripped the knife handle on the weapon pouch on his left side.

He clearly remembered that he had closed the door before leaving, and he could clearly hear the crisp sound of the door lock engaging. Although it wasn't locked, it wasn't a door that could be easily pushed open by a gust of wind.

Milo calmly stood still and waited for 5 seconds.

He wouldn't be too surprised if something came out from behind that door at this moment.

……

The building of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office is a converted old building. It looks quite grand on the outside, but the interior still maintains the original architectural style. The structure and layout basically retain the style that people liked in the last century, highlighting a conservative and dull feeling.

If the town of Ikham evokes a sense of desolation, bleakness, and eeriness, then the relatively upscale old building, the law enforcement office, offers a different kind of enigmatic, obscure, and gloomy feeling.

The last time Milo looked at the law enforcement building so closely was the night Daisy had her eyes gouged out.

He stood calmly at the top of the stairs for a few seconds, then shrugged, walked back to the office door, and only locked the door again after confirming that the office was quiet and peaceful.

"That's why they say once bitten, twice shy..."

Milo muttered to himself as he turned and left.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he deliberately stopped and waited a few seconds. However, this time no doors opened automatically, so Milo stopped worrying about it and turned to leave.

He has encountered countless strange things in the past two months, and a door that can open automatically is no longer a rare occurrence.

……

We returned to the back-to-back small building that we hadn't seen for four or five days.

As soon as Milo entered, he saw Kang busy in the kitchen.

And there's little Finn, who already has a napkin tucked into his collar and is sitting quietly at the table waiting to be fed.

"Brother! You're back!!"

As soon as he saw Milo enter, Finn jumped off his chair.

Just as he was about to fall face-first to the ground, Milo picked him up like a chick and put him back in the chair.

"Dad bought sausages and smoked chicken!"

He waved the spoon in his hand with great joy, and for a moment Milo couldn't tell whether little Finn was excited about going home or about the sausages and smoked chicken.

"Oh, so your old man has finally decided to spend money on some fattening food?" Milo shoved the suitcase under the sofa and peeked into the kitchen from the doorway.

Kang, wearing an apron, shook his head and corrected him:

"It wasn't bought; your colleague brought it to you earlier today."

"Colleague?" Milo blinked. "Has that carefree Yan suddenly become enlightened?"

He subconsciously thought Kang was talking about Yan, after all, they were indeed colleagues in the city's guard department a month ago.

"Yan? Give me a break." Kang said with a gloomy look, "He's your colleague at the law enforcement office, a very strong older brother."

"Was he not wearing a mask or a tricorn hat?" A flicker of surprise crossed Milo's face, because he had a rough idea of who the "Big Brother" Kang was referring to was.

“Ah, yes, it’s him. He’s a really nice guy. It’s something to celebrate that you’re willing to associate with such a senior.” Kang said very seriously.

“Yan isn’t as bad as he seems,” Milo said with a wry smile.

……

After dinner, Kang took his pipe and went out to chat with the neighbors.

Milo was washing dishes alone in the kitchen.

Emma was in charge of assigning Finn his homework for the evening and also collecting the pile of chicken bones he left on the table into a trash bag.

"injured?"

After throwing the garbage bag into the kitchen trash can, Emma leaned against the kitchen door frame.

Milo glanced back at her: "Is it obvious? I made sure to use both hands when I ate."

"The smell of medicine. How could I not notice someone in the house who smells even stronger than me, a walking medicine cabinet?" Emma stared at Milo's not-so-nimble left hand as he washed the dishes.

"Next time you're showing concern for your family, try not to use that accusatory tone. It might work better," Milo said with a smile.

"Was my tone unfriendly?" Emma didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

“If only I had been a little gentler.” Milo shrugged.

“I’ll try my best,” Emma nodded.

She crossed her arms and watched Milo wash the dishes noisily for a while before she couldn't help but ask:
How serious is it?

Milo chuckled: "That's more like it. I like this tone."

"..."

Emma turned and went upstairs.

After all, Milo's unserious demeanor was already an answer to her question.

……

"Oh, by the way, I have some things I need to ask you about later."

Milo's voice came from the kitchen.